Every morning, on my way to the office, I have to merge from a split expressway to a county route. There is a lane dedicated to those turning and a mixed use lane. Most mornings, I queue up in the turning lane, and happily wait, listen to Morning Edition and mentally prepare for the office. Daily, someone will decide that queuing up is for suckers and pull up to the mixed use lane (which has a merge itself). This person is often male, always young, and more than occasionally driving a Volkswagen Jetta. A couple of times a week, bad hip hop will be emanating from the Jetta.

Did I mention that it's never the same person? It's always someone new.

Which makes me question about how people reacted to me when I was driving a Jetta...was I that young asshole irritating others? Why was I in such a hurry to get to work anyway?